Finally, Success.

For years, I have relied on other people to make me feel worthwhile. If someone smiled at me, or was nice to me, it was a good day--I was good enough. But there was always someone that I could never impress, no matter what I did or no matter how much I wanted to. I have tried time and time again to get her to like me, and finally, finally it worked.

Today, I am liked. She likes me. Her name is "I." I like me. I never thought it would happen, but I finally did it. I like myself the way I am. I'm proud of that!

Do you not understand; I have feelings.I'm tired of being hurt over and over again.Do I mean nothing to you?I must, otherwise I wouldn't be treated this way...I get you got over me, I understand your just "done"Does that give you any right to rip my heart out and just throughme...